My grandfather died whenI was little. I already
knew that after swimming competitively for many years, he was a strong
swimmer. I already knew that the day after F.D.R. declared war on Japan,
my grandfather joined the Army. I still wanted to know something unique
about him. After asking my mom and her mother, I was able to get a solid
story about one of my grandfather's courageous deeds. Until 1986, my
grandparents lived in Boston.
One winter night in the mid seventies, ny grandfather was driving
home from work. Ice and snow made the streets treacherous. Suddenly, he
saw a Volkeswagon Beetle coming sliding off a road and into a freezing
cold Charles River. Being the heroic person that he was, he went after it.
He took of his shoes and watch, and dove into the frigid water. The car
was sinking and would soon kill the driver.
Fortunately, my grandfather's aquaticexpertise saved the driver.
While a person was taking my grandfather's shoes and watch, my grandfather
was getting a Volkeswagon door to open. He brought the driver to the
surface, and saved their life. He could save their life, but he couldn't
save his clothes. Today, Robert Connors' grave holds a plaque. It
commemorates his service in the Army.
There also are stories that commemorate his heroic life. I just told
you one of them. This story teaches us that anyone can be a hero as long
as they have the required amounts of strength and determination.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote "I become a transparent
eyeball; I am nothing: I see all; the currents of the Universal being
circulates around me." That is often how I feel when I look out my
window. Everyday, I can see a large variety of nature through the window
of my room. the farther I go into the forrest, the more interesting the
sights. Where I live, one can see anything from a squirrel running across
the top of the Roxbury Latin property fence to the old Volkeswagen bus
forever sunken into the swamp. As seasons change from winter, to spring,
to summer, to autumn, you can see how the change affects the animals,
plants, and temperature. in the frigid months of winter, I can see loads
of snow settled on the green needles of the pine trees. In the spring, I
can see the rejuvination of life to the environs of Boston. In the
summer, I can observe all kinds of animals, from the mysterious coyotes
finding their way into the city, to the bluejays and cardinals, to the
majestic flight of the hawk soaring overhead. In the fall, I see all
nature hide away for a period of hibenation.
A the beginning of my study of the Roxbury Latin woods, it was the
middle of October. All of the trees were heavily populated with leaves.
I could see such animals as squirrels, rabbits, and chipmunks appear
among the trees, and occasionally venture out into people's backyards.
There are other animals that are rarely seen. Still people know that
they are out there. Such species include wild turkeys and coyotes.
Seagulls and Canadian geese hang out in the fields during the early hours
of the morning. Crows were everywhere, and there was always at least one
family of cardinals and one family of bluejays.
For a couple of years, people haven't visited the swamp. They find it
dangerous since coyotes might be nearby. the leaves start to litter the
ground, and show it to be a variety of red, orange, yellow, and brown.
the crows create problems for nearby neighborhoods when they search
ravinously for grubs to eat. They leave West Roxbury shortly after all
the hawks, gulls, geese, cardinals, and jays. As winter grows closer,
sightings of turkeys become rare. He seems to vanish at the beginning of
winter, and then reappear in the first days of spring. I watch the antics
of squirrels on the fence. I've seen them gathering food to hoard away
for the merciless freeze of winter. I've noticed that they twitch the tip
of their tails very often. I believe that it is a voluntary motion used
as a signal of some sort to other squirrels.
Eventually, all is lost until regained five months later. It is like
Mother Nature's ghost town. all is quiet except for the bitter cold wind
of winter. Every year, how I miss the feel of the sun on my face. How I
miss waking up to the sound of birds. Whether its the honking of Canadian
geese or the twitter of a sparrow. I don't care as long as its lively.
The fields are deserted. With the exception of pine trees, all visible
life is dormant. All visible life seems dead. Still, nothing is gone
A couple of weeks before Christmas, a boy named
Bobnt Christmas shopping with his friends. He ha already stopped already
stopped at places sam Goody and Olympia Sports. Now he had to get
something for his grandmother. Bob decided to get her a box of chocolates
from Godiva. That night, while his family was away at his cousins' house,
he wrapped the gifts.
On Christmas morning, he woke up to find the box of chocolates on the
top of the record player. They had to keep them from the dog. The family
planned on going to the grandmother's house for Christmas dinner. They
planned to bring the gifts there.
After dinner, people started opening gifts. The boy didn't see the
chocolates anywhere. Bob asked his mother, "Mom, where's her gift?".
"Oh, no," she said, "I forgot it."
The next day, the Bob's mother, sister, and grandmother were going to
visit his cousins. His mom was going to give his grandmother her gift
duringthe ride. Again, they, forgot it. The next day, Bob's grandmother
was minding his sister. She opened it and said "Oh my goodness. Did you
pick this out?". That night, Grandmother left, the chocolates were still
That Saturday, the boy's parents were hosting a party, so Bob and his
sister were to sleep over their grandmother's house. He made sure that
the chocolates were with him. That night, on the kitchen table, at his
grandmother's house, were the chocolates.
It is a timeless
desire to be able to criticize the world. People where ever, when ever,
want to speak freely without caring about outside opinion. People dream
of speaking their minds. In my studies of American literature, I found
Emily Dickinson to be an extraordinary example of someone who wrote about
the world around her, and did not care about what others thought. A poem
that exhibits this unique personality is "My Letter to the World."
Miss Dickinson lived her life in isolation. The few times she met
with people, were only necessary. Otherwise, she would work on her
poetry. She frequently wrote letters, but no relationships of
correspondence could effect her opinions on the world. In a way, this can
be percieved as a blessing, rather than a curse
The line, " This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me."
has the most impact on the reader. The reader, just after reading the
first line, has a sense of what Emily Dickinson is trying to put across.
The poet writes of the world in the form of a critique. Writing a letter
to which nobody will correspond can portraya sense of lonliness in some
people's minds. For Dickinson, lonliness in some people's minds. For
Dickinson's courage to go head-on into things not fearing embarrasment.
Doing such is what some people can only dream about. People want to be
able to speak with such courage. People want to be their own man.
At this time of age, and perhaps all throughout history, adolescents
have wanted to be unique. They want to express their true ideas without
an impression by popular demand. Emily Dickinson at such young age, wrote
with such courage.
People should speak their minds, and speaking what you believe to be
true, are important for a person. It is a doorway to absolute freedom and
A sport is both a game and a test of ahleticism. It
can be played proffessionally or by ameteurs. It can be read about in the
newspaers, magazines, or the internet. It can be followed on television
or the radio. The sport that I chose to write about is rugby. This sport
(ressembling American football) has become big in Japan, Australia, South
Africa, and the United States. In this essay, I shall tell you about the
history of rugby and its interesting set of rules.
I have read in an article on Encarta '99 about how rugby was rumored to
be invented. It is said to have occurred when a boy in Rugby, England.
He picked up the ball, and ran up the field. Although this was against
the rules, it gave birth to a new sport. In the eighteen-hundreds, The
English Rugby Union established a basic set of rules.
The ball is blunter than a football. This is so that the ball can be
drop0kicked or bounced. A substitute is only allowed if a player is
injured. In that case, the player can't re-enter the game. Compared to
sixty-minute football game, a rugby game lasts for eighty minutes. A play
begins when a scrummage is formed among the forwards. The backs try to
deliver the ball up the field. If they get to the other side, the team
scores a try and is rewarded five points. Then, they have the chance to
kick for extra points. There is only one basic rule. Though, when the
rule is broken, the team is given a penalty kick. If the kick is valid,
they are awarded points.
I suppose that what has made rugby an American sport is its relation
to football. First, there are some similarities in the rules. Both
sports share an essence of aggression among the players Recently, rubgy
has been revolutionized in the United States. Such sports as basketball,
hockey, and soccer are now open opportunities to women. The same goes for
rugby. Today, I read an article by an anonymous author who wrote about a
girls' rugby tournement in Belfast. Mary Peters, ( a star player for an
amateur team), says, " I think it's great that girls have taken rugby to
their hearts, and the whole concept is a great idea." The author adds,
"Girls' rugby is just one of the sixteen sports encompassed in the Sports
Council showcase which is now in its third year." This is a good sign for
the flourishing sport. Later, I asked the opinion of Heather Workman of
the Lady Hooligans, (a proffessional women's rugby team). I asked her
about what it takes to be a rugby player. This New Yorker doesn't believe
that gender is the most important aspect of a rugby player. She tells me,
"It takes a certain attitude." Women's rugby isn't just spprouting up
in Ireland and New York. There are also women's rugby teams at colleges.
In a weblog that I read, another unknown author reports that there is a
women's rugby club at Texas A&M.
So far in my studies, rugby seems most interesting. the rules are
simple. The game is hard. It is closely related to American football.
Not only is rugby becoming an American sport, its also becoming
Australian, African, Japanese, and more.